Just at the moment when the words of the cold pavilion fell, Feng Nanning, who was already without any intention of fighting, suddenly rose up, and he took the opportunity to open the stalemate of the two of them with a backhand sword, and pulled Mu Zeting behind him.

"Senior Brother Zeting, you are not his opponent, he will be stopped by me, you go and inform the others!"

Letting go of the taboo in his heart, Feng Nanning is still Feng Nanning, he is the best disciple of the Pure Yang Sword in the past hundred years, he is the chief disciple of the Pure Yang Sword!

"Yo? Is it too late to stage the drama of brotherhood now, Feng Nanning? ”

Unexpectedly raised his eyebrows, Yu Lengting hooked the corners of his lips, revealing a smile of unknown meaning.

I don't know if it's a delusion or not, Mo Kongjing felt it clearly at this moment, and she finally understood where the feeling that she had felt on Youleng Pavilion for so long and made her more and more uncomfortable come from.

It's Liu Kai, the demon who destroys the sky - Liu Kai.

Youleng Pavilion now feels the same as Liu Kai, the head of the Junxu Pavilion is not wrong, the road that Youleng Pavilion is taking now is the path that Liu Kai chose to take back then!

"I admit that I was terrified in my heart when the master took you two under the seat, and that day when the Sword Pavilion tried, the third level of the entrance trial, the two of you were completely opposite but had a unique answer, which made me honestly afraid. From that moment on, I knew that the comprehension of the two of you was far superior to that of the other disciples, and even far above me! And jealousy is gradually derived with the increasingly outstanding performance of Ze Ting's junior brother. ”

Feng Nanning, who was holding the sword in his hand, stood straight, and his expression was also frank, he knew that jealousy was absolutely unavoidable, and this kind of psychology was even shameful, but when he said it, he felt a little lighter.

Sneering at Feng Nanning's frank expression, Yu Lengting took a step forward very casually and sneered at the two people who were already in the united front standing in front of him.

"So now, do you think I'll let you go, let go-Mu Ze listen?"

Facing the cold voice of the cold questioning of the cold pavilion, Feng Nanning, who did not move and had a calm face, shook her head with a wry smile, "You can even kill your master, how can Mu Ze and I listen to your junior brother and make you moved?" The power of Guijue is by no means something that the strength of the two of us can resist, even if you only touch the skin, the power of Guijue is enough to kill the two of us here. ”

"You're kind of self-aware." Laughing out loud, the expression of the cold pavilion became more and more dead, and the murderous aura in those eyes became more and more serious.

"Although my sword intent is far inferior to yours, if it is used to intercept you, it is barely enough. I won't say much else, back then, you and Mu Ze listened to each other's support and went through many difficulties to pass the entry trial of the Pure Yang Sword, even if you don't think about this life and death brotherhood, please take a look at the wound on your chest that is half an inch off. Feng Nanning, who had a frank gaze, calmly told such a fact, but only he knew that his uneasy mood was far from being as calm and calm as he seemed on the outside.

"With that sword, Senior Brother Ze Ting can completely kill you!" Suddenly raising his head, Feng Nanning's eyes were still open, but a bright color burst out of it.

"Hmph, if he can kill me, he has a chance long before you come." With a cold snort, it seemed that he was tired, and Yu Lengting no longer said too much nonsense, but leaned over!

"Hmph" snorted, although Feng Nanning caught the extremely powerful sword, but when he looked up and saw the other party's appearance, he already understood that the other party's strength was less than fifty percent of it.

Youleng Pavilion was not wrong, before Feng Nanning arrived, he didn't even draw out his sword, if Mu Ze calmed down at that time and didn't be so full of holes, it would be an easy thing to kill Youleng Pavilion.

But unfortunately, Mu Ze, who was carried away by anger, couldn't calm down at all, and at that time he didn't want to listen to Youlengting say anything at all.

And Feng Nanning's arrival and his ridicule finally made Youleng Pavilion understand his situation at this time, for the sake of great strength, he who had already made a choice was finally no longer confused, but more determined his heart, fighting for the abyss, fighting for strength!

"Senior Brother Zeting, don't forget what you are still carrying! If the master really has something, the huge burden will be handed over to you! ”

The scene in the water curtain changed suddenly, Mo Kongjing was stunned, and in the blur, she could only see how the three figures in the water curtain were fighting together.

However, even if Mu Zeting and Feng Nanning tried their best, they couldn't resist the domineering and powerful sword of the Youleng Pavilion, and the final outcome ended with Feng Nanning's death.

I don't know why, Yu Leng Ting, who had already made up his mind to put aside the relationship with the Pure Yang Sword, didn't kill Mu Zeting, but just hit him hard and couldn't stand up again.

In a bloody light, he stepped on Feng Nanning's corpse and turned around with a sneer, he went to Mu Ze to hear it very clearly, the partner who practiced sword and martial arts with him in the past will never come back

"Although Nanning is working hard, his qualifications and understanding have already determined how far he can go in the way of the sword, and I am not surprised that he died under the sword of the Youleng Pavilion." The graceful posture of striding made Mu Ze, who couldn't stand up under the serious injury, stunned and looked back.

"Uncle Qiuyu's disciple is useless, he can't save Senior Brother Nanning, and he can't bring back Youleng Pavilion" Mu Ze, who lowered his head, seemed to be in a state of chagrin and self-blame, and at this moment he hated himself for being so useless.

"It's not your fault, since Youleng Pavilion has chosen this path, then there is no one else who can save him except himself." With a slight sigh, Jun Qiuyu's eyes immediately dimmed, "Senior Brother just fell into a severe coma, but even the disciples of the Xiaoyao Sect we invited were helpless against Senior Brother's injury, and as for when he could wake up, it could only depend on Heaven's will." ”

Jun Qiuyu's tone was very calm, and a thick aura of sadness emanated from her body, and then enveloped the entire world of the Pure Yang Sword.

"I placed my senior brother in the depths of the Sword Pavilion, except for the disciples of the Xiaoyao Sect who came to treat every day, no one else could approach, and when I got the news, I also blocked the rooftop as soon as possible, and no one knew who was the poisoner." Jun Qiuyu suddenly looked at Mu Ze and said this, the calmness in her tone really made many people admire.

Everyone in the Pure Yang Sword knows that Jun Qiuyu's love for the Jun Xuan Pavilion, but when the Pure Yang Sword faced such a disaster, the calmest and most composed person was such a grumpy elder!

"Uncle Qiuyu?" Mu Ze looked at Jun Qiuyu in confusion, how could he not know what she meant by doing this.

If no one knows who the master was injured by, it means that the Youleng Pavilion will have a chance!

(To be continued.) )